Chapter 821 Candlelight Ceremony of the Moon Candle Believers
Although Lynn was eating, she didn't stop working for a moment.
Making moon candles is an essential skill for lower-ranking priests of the Candlelight Guild.
The light from these candles can effectively protect people from pollution and erosion, and the worship of candlelight adds another layer of religious significance.
When extraordinary individuals read forbidden knowledge, they need certain protection, and moon candles are the most common method. It is said that the highest-grade moon candles can even dispel the pollution accumulated in the body of extraordinary individuals, but that is far beyond the reach of ordinary nuns like Lynn.
She was just an ordinary nun whose daily work consisted of reciting prayers, helping the bishop, and cleaning the church.
However, her life has recently been somewhat disrupted, as people in the church feel that Sister Lynn is sleeping more and more.
Only she knew that she had been having the same dream lately, a dream about a strange being saying strange things.
They sound like little stories, but with a little thought, you can feel their absurdity and illogicality.
That entity always spouts some inexplicable principles and formulas, which Lynn finds confusing and doesn't quite understand.
But this was still more interesting than the dull life of a nun, so she fell in love with sleeping and hoped to hear more stories, but unfortunately, she didn't dream every time.
I wish that thing could appear every time.
What did that being look like again?
Lynn tried to recall, but couldn't remember anything. Her mind wandered, and suddenly she felt a sense of disorientation. Before her eyes, it seemed as if a grotesque flesh and blood workshop had appeared, and she heard painful screams. The materials in her hands suddenly became sticky and warm, and occasionally twitched.
Lynn was stunned for a moment, then took a few steps back in horror. When she looked again, all she saw on the workbench was a trembling believer who had just finished digging up materials. Where were those grotesque scenes?
Is it a hallucination?
Lynn stared at her blood-soaked hands, feeling that something was wrong.
“Jayne, do you think these believers might also feel pain?” Lynn suddenly asked.
Jayne froze, staring straight at Lynn.
Lynn felt a strange chill run down her spine as he stared at her. They were clearly familiar companions, so why did his eyes look so unfamiliar at this moment?
Even this room made her feel a bit cold.
After a while, Jayne burst out laughing, and the tense atmosphere suddenly disappeared.
"Lynn, does the bread in your mouth feel pain too?"
Lynn opened her mouth, instinctively wanting to say that it was different, but she couldn't figure out how it was different.
"They say you're too kind-hearted, but I don't believe it. Haha, I think you're just too tired to say such nonsense."
Lynn blushed. It seemed that was indeed the case. How could she have such an absurd idea that believers would suffer?
Believers aren't human, so to imbue these items with emotions is far too sentimental of hers.
It must be because I slept too much and started hallucinating.
"What are you thinking about all day long? Using believers to make holy things to dispel pollution is an old tradition. It's not just us who do it. All the major churches have this tradition. The Silent Church even boils them into sugar. It is said that the effect of dispelling pollution is even better. However, eating too much can make you dizzy. I don't know if it tastes good."
Lynn blushed and nodded, ashamed of her absurd question.
She must have read too little scripture to ask such a strange question.
After repeatedly hammering and pressing the material, and then soaking and extracting it, the remaining thick paste is placed in a ritual circle to condense. The rough shape of the moon candle will be completed by the next day. The next step is to divide and mold it, and then imprint the pattern to complete the process.
The church places great importance on rituals, and every church has an ever-burning moon candle. It is said that in the city of Rhine, there are countless moon candles standing throughout the city, burning day and night, their light enveloping the entire Rhine.
After finishing making the moon candles, it was already quite late. When Lynn returned to the church, she found that the bishop was not there; he must have gone to the workshop to oversee things.
Although those unclean individuals are exceptionally gifted in mechanics, for some reason they are always reluctant to help the Holy See, even though the Holy See protects them. Lynn doesn't understand.
Seeing that the bishop was not there, Lynn became restless again, but the priest guarding the warehouse would not open the door for her to take the food no matter what she did, and Lynn pleaded with him for a long time but to no avail.
"Go back quickly, Miss Lynn. This is the bishop's personal order. At least not today."
"I promise it won't interfere with my rest. I'll just take a little. Aunt Susan and her family have been without food for days. They won't be able to survive if they don't eat soon. Please, I beg you."
The priest, unable to withstand the persistent pleading, sighed helplessly, "I certainly won't let you in, but I'm going to pray now, so please don't bother me."
As he spoke, he straightened his robe, walked directly to the moon candle, closed his eyes, and began to pray.
Lynn swallowed hard as she looked at the warehouse key peeking out from the priest's waist.
"Aunt Susan, if we use this food sparingly, it should last us a while. Please put it away."
"Little Lynn, won't this put you in a difficult position?"
The old woman's gaze drifted to the soldiers outside, who turned their heads away, pretending not to see the sack of grain in Lynn's hand.
"Auntie, when I was little, I often didn't have enough to eat, and you were the one who helped me. Besides, the bishop is out today, so he won't be discovered!"
"Good child, good child, right, this..." The old woman seemed to remember something, and walked shakily to the bedside, taking a palm-sized book from the bedside table.
“These are Luke’s. He loves reading these novels. I have no use for these things. Lynn, you can take them and read them to pass the time.”
"Brother Luke? Where did he get the money to buy books?"
Lynn was taken aback. Books are expensive, or rather, knowledge is very expensive. Although Luke could read, buying books was still too extravagant for him.
"I heard it was a gift from a friend. I don't really know much about it, and since he doesn't need it anymore, I thought I'd give it to you."
"I'll go back and take a look." Lynn nodded solemnly.
It wasn't for any other reason than that she was worried that her brother Luke had been bewitched by cultists.
Hiding doctrines in seemingly harmless books is a common tactic used by many cults, especially those that lure people into depravity.
Luke was her childhood playmate, and Aunt Susan had helped her a lot on several occasions, so she felt obligated to help out.
"By the way, where is Brother Luke? I haven't seen him."
Lynn was still a little angry. There was a famine recently, and every time she came to Aunt Susan's place, it was just her alone. Luke should have come to take care of her, since he was Aunt Susan's only son.
"Ah, he was chosen by the Vatican to become a believer."
As the old woman finished speaking, a smile crept across her face, and she grinned broadly, looking very happy.
Lynn was stunned.
The expressions on her face changed in turn, from astonishment to fear to confusion, before finally disappearing.
After a while, she laughed and made a candlelight gesture with her hand in front of her chest, looking very devout.
"That's wonderful! He has found his own faith and is eternally bathed in candlelight!"
Lynn suddenly felt something near her mouth, stuck out her tongue and licked it, it tasted slightly bitter.
She reached out and touched her face, somewhat bewildered.
Why am I crying?
(End of this chapter)
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